Gord

2026-09-30 02:39 am

Irony being lost, 
Like a child talking.
Cronos, to gods, 
Phobos, to mars, 
Either way, 
Inside, we lose who we are. 

Women in bands,
Drumming of hands,
When did the doldrum begin?
By the future, to the past, 
Like a life in idle hands.

Gord

2026-07-20 06:56 pm

Advancement forever,
Like standing to stomping,
Spying to friendship.

Beyond process: Beyond measure.
Behind me are the days of leisure,
Hot temper, involvement of parent,
But you, I see are still there.

Covet beyond edges,
White lattice fences.
Void, in contentment,
It can destroy forever.

You're right about nothing,
So spare me a lecture,
Our neighbours are different,
Mine don't talk in direction,
And they ask if I'm still here.

Gord

2026-07-14 03:06 am

It's not the language they speak,
It's that they speak my language,
And they can pass grammar tests,
Better than me.
So, c'est la vie,
To everything...

Is that seriously your position?
Egyptians watch people from the sea.
Until the waves are overwhelming,
Like you, they will be, at best, relief.

It's not an answer to everything,
It's that you walk down the street,
Then talk to people.

Instead of becoming antisocial,
Cherry picking animal bones,
And little use for any more.

It's not semantic, or colloquial.

Gord

2026-06-08 04:12 pm

Vodka, Tonic,
Fond of garlic, 
Unaccomplished.

Are you talking?
I'm fond of off switch
and no, I wasn't watching.
I was fawned, checking boxes.

I was more interested in women, dawg.
Not modern artists, or marvel comics,
I was more interested in guitar,
Not ingesting substance or getting off.

Are you listening?
I am fond of cognac,
Long, in tonic water.
and no, she didn't want me,
But I never wanted her either.

Like the stomach, or the liver,
Long to vomit...
I have concern with what's inside,
Not consequences.

Gord

2026-05-06 02:51 pm

In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone.

For a list of things you are:
Love of fine art, Love of my arms, 
Love for my mom,
Love, from wild mobs,
Hate for me deep in your heart.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
Pleas, bargains,
Over t-shirts, waterbottles,
Street artist and colleagues, 
In trap houses on Mary.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Can never play in concert.

For a list of things you are:
Nothing like you were, 
Nothing in your arms,
Nothing for the club,
Nothing from your heart.

Gord

2026-04-18 08:52 pm

Dry fog, fight songs, 
In my arms, your arms,
You talk, then I talk, 
But that life is long gone, 
A dry cough on a live vlog.

What was it I lost?
The right to be what I was?
The fight to be what I'm not?

From my thoughts: Fuck off.
For a list of things you are:
Love of fine art, Love of my arms, 
Love for my mom,
Love, from wild mobs,
Hate for me deep in your heart.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
Pleas, bargains,
Over t-shirts, waterbottles,
Street artist and colleagues, 
Live in trap houses on Mary St.

Does that, to you, seem honest?
They sleep under pizza boxes,
Drunks, who can never play in concert, 
What was it I lost again?
The right to be what I was?
To fight to live and die on a cross,
Live life on a cot?

Instead, I'll climb the hill to the top.

Gord

2026-04-02 04:48 pm

Dauntless spirit: fall to sickness,
Hard decisions,  job descriptions.
Starter pistols, starlight pitchers,
Starch, upon a talking picture.

Despite ego and wanting children,
When all accounted, long divisions,
Robert Browning, wrong religions,
Accomplished townie, unpolished fingers.

Gord

2026-04-01 08:32 pm

Your friend talked, 
You saw my disgust.
How could you? It wasn't.

I still called you drunk,
Two thirds of what I thought,
I should have called you hot, 
I should have told you what I wanted.

Instead you talked until I fell apart,
I realized your better off,
That we could never be in love.

Your friend talked, 
You tried to get her to stop,
Honestly I wanted more, 
But I wasn't being honest.

I was trying to be myself...

Instead you talked,
I realized you are better off,
That you would see things I never would,
That if I had told you what I wanted, 
That we could never be in love.

Gord

2025-07-10 05:25 am

Turtles to the top,
Turtles to the bottom,
Fixated on the comical,
Tequila on the tongue.

Curtain, rubber saw,
Surface cut across,
Love, when under cloth,
Nothing matters above.

I love you more than art,
I love you more than god.
Tongueless, trouble talking,
Unless I sing another song.

Forgive my writing,
I understand, we have not long:
'Touch upon,  yet world's apart,
Double malt until the color bars.'

Gord

2025-04-28 10:46 pm

Fire, flames upon a hoop,
I, am drawn. Eraser, 
Dissolve, dissolute.

Child's play, inside a room,
Drive talk, eyes and hearts,
Upon her arm, should she draw?

Never again can she feel loss,
I, am drawn, she says, to darkness,
Never again will she see stars,
Never again will she be wrong, 
Never again can she feel love. 

Eraser, darker hues.
Paper rips in two,
Reddish shade of blue,
Fire, flames upon a hoop.

Gord

2025-03-18 06:55 am

Like swans meeting. 
Teneseee whiskey,
Back upon a back,
Cocaine and piercings, 
Neck upon a neck, 
Feelings, et al. 

So, I'm not enough after all,
Dance halls, dogs and baseball, 
I guess you know it, et al.

Gord

2025-02-25 04:33 am

Oxford Comma,
Are we not enslaved for silver?
Gord, in armor: ensemble drama.

Modern artist, face the mirror,
Closet, drama, nobody behind him.

When I talk you hear yadda yadda,
Ageless, fearless, I can carry on.

It's talk you heard in a bar,
It's what you saw from a car,
Nothing really to talk about.
Just fawns freezing in the dark,
It is what it is, you are who you are.

Gord

2025-01-30 03:50 am

Remember that night, when you came out as gay?
Well I remember you saying you victimize women,
Saying your ex girlfriend's pussy stinks,
Knowing we might be a common friend.

Not that you care, it's not about yourself,
That's why you have domestic violence charges,
That's why you have domestic violence charges,
That's why you will hang yourself in a closet.

Remember, when you talk to me, you talk to an artist,
Remember that night, you talked to me hostile?
Well I remember that every time I saw you,
Saying your ex girlfriend's pussy stinks,
Knowing we might have common friends,
Knowing this is something I'm going to address,
Not that you care, it's not about yourself.

Gord

2025-01-20 07:13 am

Gray, soot and ash,
Prospects of red,
Prophets of man, 
Say look at the back,
Confidence in space,
Dreams from the trash.

Without arms, war, without debt,
Red just looks as it is,
Never having beauty in it.

Gray, hooks and bags,
Prospects of violent ends,
Talk in the common grounds,
Say what you can,
Confidence in defence,
Dreams from the calf.

Stay aloof and fashionable,
Projects of tribal dance,
Hospitals and viral clips,
And take what you can...

E, flats, D, valves,
See, pass, be, pass, 
Even a chromatic,
Play what you can,
Eventually life passes.

Gord

2024-11-15 07:05 am

Thinking of exposure, orange,
Are you coming over? Oh... 
From emotion to hypnosis,
Light comes from the phone.

Talking frozen yogurts, awards,
Terrifying rollercoasters, poets.
Light comes from the phone,
Orange how the redness shows,
Awe, gathering rosebuds below.

When I wrote about you it showed, 
Both you and I know it,
What else do I love?

Suppose you had died,
What else would I have?
Hope you might fly home?
Well, I paid for it anyway... 
Light comes from the phone,
Blindness from my brain,
Tiredness of fate.

Like edamame on a plate,
Somehow, I hoped for more,
Even if it was more the same

Gord

2024-08-20 07:34 am

I see the blue,
I'm falling again.

She talks into microphones,
Pulls strings into her skin,
What do they think, at home?
While she pursues what she is.

Death, where have you been?
Can you still see the yellow?

Gord

2024-04-21 06:29 pm

Growler, empower yourself.
Devour and use that tech,
Devourer, utterer of rrr,
Encounter, stout or sour. 

Prowler, of the prouder,
On all four, growling,
Looking at a round bottle. 

Wildflowers and spring's showers, 
Fountains boundless, 
Used as showers in the distance, 
Down the outer side runs a victimless,
Bounteous red liquid. 

Doubtless I drink it to no funk, 
Growler talk, 
Ploughman and his bottle bud. 

Outside the thousands talk, 
Inside the pit they growl and bark. 

Gord

2023-10-04 04:58 am

They say, love is fair,
But then, what for free?
Birds and bees, they explain,
Saying mostly ends,
Giving little means.
A friend, dear, a branch, tree.
When they speak they talk of weight,
Everything they feel.

Then they say, live laissez-faire,
Paint the walls of red and greens,
They hope you speak their language.
Incentives and dreams, hopes of things.
But what divides boxes and squares,
Fishes and streams, them and me?
Is it a line or the right to be?

Speak freely, breathe freely,
Easy, people say it should be,
From a mouth that releases,
Full of pleased flesh and teeth.
But if they had one wish left, 
It would be for me to never be.

Well, that's sweet.

But I know what that means, 
Go ahead, feel your feelings.
Just know, there is no you and me.